No, I'm not talking about Brad's initiative, worthy though it is.

Wednesday is my day without weblogs. I may write, but I will not read.

It's not a protest.

It's not a statement.

It's a necessity.

You see, Buffy's much anticipated season premiere aired tonight. I mistakenly thought Gilmore Girls was supposed to have its season premiere tonight, overlapping Buffy, but I was mistaken. Before I realized my error, I made plans to watch Gilmore Girls alone tonight, and head to Emily's tomorrow to watch Buffy. (Emily's TiVo was saving it for her, as she couldn't watch it tonight either.)

So at 8pm instead of finding myself in must-see T-vana, I ditched a television wasteland with nothing to offer me but TBS's ST-TNG: A Five Day Marathon.

So, as the rest of the world has watched this episode and is raving about it (well, those who are Buffy geeks anyhow), I seal myself in an anti-blog bubble for the day, refusing to let the tiniest bit of spoilage mar my timeshifting of bliss for 22 hours.

Just look at all the temptation out there. (I assume there are search results. I refuse to indulge in a glance.)

Clearly, this will be the problem when everyone gets TV on demand. How will people know what to talk about at the watercooler/latte bar/instant messenger?

Here's a final thought for the evening: You can rent DVDs all over the place, but not CDs. If DVDs became readily copyable, do you think they would stop renting them? If CDs became copyproof, do you think they would start?